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[wedding day - may 15th]
May. 3rd, 2021 07:54 pmThe day is finally here and David is, predictably, having a meltdown.
The wedding is taking place at an absolutely adorable bed and breakfast just outside town, the grounds lush and green, decorated with flowers and a perfectly rustic arch over the place where they'll be getting married, built by Derek. There are chairs set up, tables later for dinner, a little dance floor and David has hired the best DJ they could afford. Everything is perfect. It's literally perfect.
So of course David is having a meltdown because one of his socks is missing. He's had his entire outfit planned for months, but now he can't find one of his socks and he's torn apart the room in the bed and breakfast where he'd spent the night before in an attempt to find it. He and Patrick had spent last night apart and tonight they're going to be sleeping in this room together, grand and beautiful and just as adorable as the rest of the place, but right now David needs to find his fucking sock.
Crisis is averted when Derek ends up sniffing it out where it's fallen behind the dresser and David snatches it from him, grumbling that they're brand new and they can't possibly smell like him yet, except he definitely tried them on once or twice to make sure the entire ensemble worked and then he ends up having a teary little panic attack in Derek's arms for a minute or two.
But then it's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine, because he's marrying Patrick.
The only thing that isn't perfect is all the people who are missing. His parents. Alexis. Stevie. For a minute he almost has another breakdown, but instead he just thinks of what Stevie would tell him to do and he knows, between her tears, she would tell him to go marry his best friend.
So he does.
He walks down the aisle on his own, following after Derek, carrying a bouquet of wild white roses. When he reaches Patrick, he shifts his bouquet to one hand, grasping at Patrick's arm so he can squeeze tightly before the officiant begins the ceremony.
And when they're asked to exchange vows, David inhales through his tears and tries to speak without blubbering. "Patrick," he says, then sniffles. "I've never liked a smile as much as I like yours. I've never felt as safe as I do when I'm with you. I've never known love like I have when we're together. It's not always an easy road for me, but knowing you're walking it with me makes everything better."
In all honesty, Patrick had been expecting about twenty more little fires to put today than he’d run into. It’s a wedding, which means there are a lot of moving pieces, and it’s his and David’s wedding, which just means those pieces are a little more precise and exact. Still, everything’s going really well to the point that Patrick is beginning to wonder when the other shoe will drop.
He’s got his suit, which is probably boring, but it’s perfectly pressed and presentable, and he’s been standing and waiting for David to walk down the aisle towards him.
And then, there he is, the love of his life.
The day stops feeling real, because he really never thought he’d get this. First, it had been his confusion about his feelings, and then when he figured it out and proposed, he wound up with David in a place where David had no memory of being engaged. It’s all worked out, and David proposed, and here they are.
Here they are.
“David,” Patrick begins, “I know this is probably going to make you cringe,” he admits, “but,” is all the warning he gives before he eases into an acapella rendition of Mariah Carey’s Baby, because he knows that it’s important to David, and it also encapsulates what he feels. When he’s finished, he does have to add his own words. “Nothing in my life ever felt right, and I couldn’t figure out why. Then, I met you, and it was like a light was shining down from above. I knew that the only way I would feel right is if I had you in my life, and if I got to love you. You’re my best friend even if I know I’m not competing for Stevie when it comes to yours, and you’re my partner, and you are the love of my life. You are everything that I’ve wanted, but didn’t know I did until I met you, and I am so glad that today, you’re my husband.”
He’d though the vows would be hard, but they’re easy. They’re as easy as being told he can kiss David and taking advantage of that moment to share a first kiss with his husband, giddy and with his partner.
The party is perfect. He'd been worried about the DJ, about the food, about the desserts and the alcohol, but by the time he has two glasses of champagne in him, David is worried about much, much less. He's married now, after all, to the best man he's ever known.
The wedding is taking place at an absolutely adorable bed and breakfast just outside town, the grounds lush and green, decorated with flowers and a perfectly rustic arch over the place where they'll be getting married, built by Derek. There are chairs set up, tables later for dinner, a little dance floor and David has hired the best DJ they could afford. Everything is perfect. It's literally perfect.
So of course David is having a meltdown because one of his socks is missing. He's had his entire outfit planned for months, but now he can't find one of his socks and he's torn apart the room in the bed and breakfast where he'd spent the night before in an attempt to find it. He and Patrick had spent last night apart and tonight they're going to be sleeping in this room together, grand and beautiful and just as adorable as the rest of the place, but right now David needs to find his fucking sock.
Crisis is averted when Derek ends up sniffing it out where it's fallen behind the dresser and David snatches it from him, grumbling that they're brand new and they can't possibly smell like him yet, except he definitely tried them on once or twice to make sure the entire ensemble worked and then he ends up having a teary little panic attack in Derek's arms for a minute or two.
But then it's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine, because he's marrying Patrick.
The only thing that isn't perfect is all the people who are missing. His parents. Alexis. Stevie. For a minute he almost has another breakdown, but instead he just thinks of what Stevie would tell him to do and he knows, between her tears, she would tell him to go marry his best friend.
So he does.
He walks down the aisle on his own, following after Derek, carrying a bouquet of wild white roses. When he reaches Patrick, he shifts his bouquet to one hand, grasping at Patrick's arm so he can squeeze tightly before the officiant begins the ceremony.
And when they're asked to exchange vows, David inhales through his tears and tries to speak without blubbering. "Patrick," he says, then sniffles. "I've never liked a smile as much as I like yours. I've never felt as safe as I do when I'm with you. I've never known love like I have when we're together. It's not always an easy road for me, but knowing you're walking it with me makes everything better."
In all honesty, Patrick had been expecting about twenty more little fires to put today than he’d run into. It’s a wedding, which means there are a lot of moving pieces, and it’s his and David’s wedding, which just means those pieces are a little more precise and exact. Still, everything’s going really well to the point that Patrick is beginning to wonder when the other shoe will drop.
He’s got his suit, which is probably boring, but it’s perfectly pressed and presentable, and he’s been standing and waiting for David to walk down the aisle towards him.
And then, there he is, the love of his life.
The day stops feeling real, because he really never thought he’d get this. First, it had been his confusion about his feelings, and then when he figured it out and proposed, he wound up with David in a place where David had no memory of being engaged. It’s all worked out, and David proposed, and here they are.
Here they are.
“David,” Patrick begins, “I know this is probably going to make you cringe,” he admits, “but,” is all the warning he gives before he eases into an acapella rendition of Mariah Carey’s Baby, because he knows that it’s important to David, and it also encapsulates what he feels. When he’s finished, he does have to add his own words. “Nothing in my life ever felt right, and I couldn’t figure out why. Then, I met you, and it was like a light was shining down from above. I knew that the only way I would feel right is if I had you in my life, and if I got to love you. You’re my best friend even if I know I’m not competing for Stevie when it comes to yours, and you’re my partner, and you are the love of my life. You are everything that I’ve wanted, but didn’t know I did until I met you, and I am so glad that today, you’re my husband.”
He’d though the vows would be hard, but they’re easy. They’re as easy as being told he can kiss David and taking advantage of that moment to share a first kiss with his husband, giddy and with his partner.
The party is perfect. He'd been worried about the DJ, about the food, about the desserts and the alcohol, but by the time he has two glasses of champagne in him, David is worried about much, much less. He's married now, after all, to the best man he's ever known.
